Layla's POV
The fitting room was a serene place, disturbed only by the soft swish of fabric as I tried to pull the strap of the breathtaking gown that Caleb had helped me pick out.
I would have never dreamed of wearing something like this- something so bold, so elegant. The gown was this lush, silky emerald green that caressed my curves in all the right places and had a good bit of breathing space in the train, which almost made me feel like I was flying.
Caleb had insisted on helping with the selection; she felt I needed something that would go hand-in-hand with this new version of me I was becoming.
Believe it, I have come a long way in that time. A few months ago, I would not have ever dared to appear in anything so fancy.
I had self-doubt creeping into my mind each tim
